the sound cracking the fragile composure
of relatives and friends attending the funeral
and bringing it down in tears.
He looked serene, and in death he was,
released at last from pain,
and although I'd meant to miss
the viewing of the body,
I didn't regret my weakness
which had brought me to his side.
He hadn't been afraid of death
fighting it off to his very last breath,
but rather he'd sunk into its arms
and found eternal rest.
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